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Carson of Venus

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Title: Carson of Venus

Author: Edgar Rice Burroughs

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Carson of Venus

by Edgar Rice Burroughs

Foreward

INDIA IS a world unto itself, apart in manners, customs, occultism from the world and life with which we are

familiar. Even upon far Barsoom or Amtor might be found no more baffling mysteries than those which lie hidden

in the secret places of the brains and lives of her people. We sometimes feel that what we do not understand must be

bad; that is our heritage from the ignorance and superstition of the painted savages from which we are descended. Of

the many good things that have come to us out of India I am concerned at present with but one--the power which old

Chand Kabi transmitted to the son of an English officer and his American wife to transmit his thoughts and

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visualizations to the mind of another at distances even as great as those which separate the planets. It is to this power 
we owe the fact that Carson Napier has been able to record, through me, the story of his adventures upon the planet 
Venus.
When he took off from Guadalupe Island in his giant rocket ship for Mars, I listened to the story of that epochal 
flight that ended, through an error in calculation, upon Venus. I followed his adventures there that started in the 
island kingdom of Vepaja where he fell desperately in love with Duare, the unattainable daughter of the king. I 
followed their wanderings across seas and land masses into the hostile city of Kapdor, and Kormor, the city of the 
dead, to glorious Havatoo, where Duare was condemned to death through a strange miscarriage of justice. I thrilled 
with excitement during their perilous escape in the aeroplane that Carson Napier had built at the request of the rulers 
of Havatoo. And always I suffered with Napier because of Duare's unalterable determination to look upon his love 
as an insult to the virgin daughter of the king of Vepaja. She repulsed him constantly because she was a princess, but 
in the end I rejoiced with him when she realized the truth and acknowledged that though she could not forget that 
she was a princess she had discovered that she was a woman first. That was immediately after they had escaped 
from Havatoo and were winging their way above the River of Death toward an unknown sea in seemingly hopeless 
search for Vepaja, where Duare's father, Mintep, ruled.
Months passed. I commenced to fear that Napier had crashed in his new ship, and then I began to have messages 
from him again which I shall record for the benefit of posterity as nearly in his own words as I can recall them.
Contents
1. Disaster 
2. Warrior Women 
3. Caves of Houtomai 
4. A New Land 
5. Sanara 
6. A Spy 
7. Zerka 
8. Muso's Message 
9. I Become a Zani 
10. The Prison of Death 
11. The Net Draws Closer 
12. Hunted 
13. Danger in Sanara 
14. Back to Amlot 
15. Tragic Error 
16. Despair 
17. Fourty Minutes! 
18. A Tanjong 
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19. Pirates

20. To Kooaad

Chapter 1 - Disaster

EVERYONE WHO has ever flown will recall the thrill of his first flight over familiar terrain, viewing the old scenes

from a new angle that imparted a strangeness and a mystery to them as of a new world; but always there was the

comforting knowledge that the airport was not too far away and that even in the event of a forced landing one would

know pretty well where he was and how to get home.

But that dawn that Duare and I took off from Havatoo to the accompaniment of the staccato hum of Amtorian rifles,

I was actually flying over an unknown world; and there was no landing field and no home. I believe that this was the

happiest and most thrilling moment of my life. The woman I love had just told me that she loved me, I was once

again at the controls of a ship, I was free, I was flying in safety above the innumerable menaces that haunt the

Amtorian scene. Undoubtedly, other dangers lay ahead of us in our seemingly hopeless quest for Vepaja, but for the

moment there was nothing to mar our happiness or arouse forebodings. At least, not in me. With Duare it may have

been a little different. She may have had forebodings of disaster. It would not be strange if she had, for up until the

very instant that we rose to top the walls of Havatoo she had had no conception that there might exist any

contrivance in which man might leave the ground and fly through the air. It was naturally something of a shock to

her; but she was very brave, and content, too, to accept my word that we were safe.

The ship was a model of perfection, such a ship as will one day be common along the airways of old Earth when

science has progressed there as far as it has in Havatoo. Synthetic materials of extreme strength and lightness

entered into her construction. The scientists of Havatoo assured me that she would have a life of at least fifty years

without overhaul or repairs other than what might be required because of accident. The engine was noiseless and

efficient beyond the dreams of Earth men. Fuel for the life of the ship was aboard; and it took up very little space,

for it could all be held in the palm of one hand. This apparent miracle is scientifically simple of explanation. Our

own scientists are aware of the fact that the energy released by combustion is only an infinitesimal fraction of that

which might be generated by the total annihilation of a substance. In the case of coal it is as eighteen thousand

millions are to one. The fuel for my engine consists of a substance known as lor, which contains an element called

yor-san, as yet unknown to Earth men, and another element, vik-ro, the action of which upon yor-san results in

absolute annihilation of the lor. Insofar as the operation of the ship was concerned, we might have flown on for fifty

years, barring adverse weather conditions; but our weakness lay in the fact that we had no provisions. The

precipitancy of our departure had precluded any possibility of provisioning the ship. We had escaped with our lives

and what we had on, and that was all; but we were very happy. I didn't want to spoil it by questioning the future.

But, really, we had a great many questions to ask of the future; and Duare presently raised one quite innocently

enough.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"To look for Vepaja," I told her. "I am going to try to take you home."

She shook her head. "No, we can't go there."

"But that is the one place you have been longing to go ever since you were kidnaped by the klangan," I reminded

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her.

"But not now, Carson. My father, the jong, would have you destroyed. We have spoken of love to one another, and

no man may speak of love to the daughter of the jong of Vepaja before she is twenty. You know that well enough."

"I certainly should," I teased her; "you have told me often enough."

"I did it for your own safety, but nevertheless I always liked to hear you say it," she admitted.

"From the first?" I asked.

"From the first. I have loved you from the first, Carson."

"You are an adept at dissimulation. I thought you hated me; and yet, sometimes I wondered."

"And because I love you, you must never fall into the hands of my father."

"But where can we go, Duare? Do you know a single spot in all this world where we should be safe? There is none;

and in Vepaja you, at least, will be safe. I shall have to take the chance of winning your father over."

"It could never be done," she declared. "The unwritten law that decrees this thing is as old as the ancient empire of

Vepaja. You have told me of the gods and goddesses of the religions of your world. In Vepaja the royal family

occupies a similar position in the minds and hearts of the people, and this is especially true of the virgin daughter of

a jong-- she is absolutely sacrosanct. To look at her is an offense; to speak to her is a crime punishable by death."

"It's a crazy law," I snapped. "Where would you be now, had I abided by its dictates?--dead. I should think your

father would feel some obligation toward me."

"As a father, he would; but not as a jong."

"And I suppose he is a jong first," I said, a little bitterly.

"Yes, he is a jong first; and so we may not return to Vepaja," she said with finality.

What an ironical trick Fate had played upon me. With many opportunities in two worlds to pick a girl for me to fall

in love with, she had ended up by choosing a goddess. It was tough, yet I wouldn't have had it otherwise. To have

loved Duare, and to know that she loved me, was better than a lifetime with any other woman.

Duare's decision that we must not return to Vepaja had left me in something of a quandary. Of course I didn't know

that I could have found Vepaja anyway, but at least it was something to aim at. Now I had nothing. Havatoo was the

grandest city I had ever seen; but the unbelievable decision of the judges who had examined Duare after I had

rescued her from the City of the Dead, and our escape, made it impossible for us ever to return. To hunt for a

hospitable city in this strange world seemed useless and hopeless. Venus is a world of contradictions, anomalies, and

paradoxes. In the midst of scenes of peace and beauty, one meets the most fearsome beasts; among a friendly,

cultured people exist senseless and barbarous customs; in a city peopled by men and women of super-intelligence

and sweetness the quality of mercy is utterly unknown to its tribunals. What hope had I, then, of finding a safe

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retreat for Duare and myself? I determined then to return Duare to Vepaja, that she, at least, might be saved.

We were flying south along the course of Gerlat kum Rov, The River of Death, toward the sea to which I knew the

waters must eventually guide me. I was flying low, as both Duare and I wished to see the country rolling

majestically beneath us. There were forests and hills and plains and, in the distance, mountains; while over all, like

the roof of a colassal tent, stretched the inner cloud envelope that entirely surrounds the planet; and which, with the

outer cloud bank, tempers the heat of the sun and makes life possible on Venus. We saw herds of animals grazing on

the plains, but we saw no cities and no men. It was a vast wilderness that stretched below us, beautiful but deadly--

typically Amtorian.

Our course was due south, and I believed that when we reached the sea we would but have to continue on across it

to find Vepaja. Knowing that Vepaja was an island, and always having in mind that some day I might wish to return

to it, I had designed my ship with retractable pontoons as well as ordinary landing gear.

The sight of the herds below us suggested food and stimulated my appetite. I asked Duare if she were hungry. She

said she was--very--but asked what good it would do her.

"There's our dinner down there," I said, pointing.

"Yes, but by the time we get down there it will be gone," she said. "Wait till they catch a glimpse of this thing. There

won't be one of them within miles by the time you get this thing on the ground--unless it scares some of them to

death."

She didn't say miles, of course; she said klookob, kob being a unit of distance equivalent to 2.5 earth miles, the

prefix kloo denoting the plural. But she did say 'this thing' in Amtorian.

"Please don't call my beautiful ship 'this thing,'" I begged.

"But it is not a ship," she demurred. "A ship goes on water. I have a name for it, Carson--it is an anotar."

"Splendid!" I applauded. "Anotar it shall be."

It was a good name, too; for notar means ship, and an is the Amtorian word for bird--birdship. I thought this better

than airship, possibly because Duare had coined it.

I had an elevation of about a thousand feet; but as my motor was absolutely noiseless, none of the animals beneath

us was yet aware of the strange thing hovering above them. As I started to spiral downward, Duare gave a little gasp

and touched my arm. She didn't seize it, as some women might have; she just touched it, as though the contact gave

her assurance. It must have been rather a terrifying experience for one who had never even seen an airship before

that morning.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"I'm going down after our dinner. Don't be frightened

She said no more, but she still kept her hand on my arm. We were dropping rapidly when suddenly one of the

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grazing animals looked up; and, at sight of us, gave a loud snort of warning and went careening off across the plain.

Then they all stampeded. I straightened out and went after them, dropping down until I was just above their backs.

At the altitude at which we had been flying, the ground speed had probably seemed slow to her; so that now that we

were but a few feet above ground it surprised her to find that we could easily outdistance the fleetest of the racing

beasts.

I do not consider that it is very sporting to shoot animals from an airplane, but I was not indulging in sport--I was

after food, and this was about the only way that I could get it without endangering our lives by stalking on foot; so it

was without compunction that I drew my pistol and brought down a fat young yearling of some strange herbivorous

species unknown to our world; at least, I guess it was a yearling--it looked as though it should be. The chase had

brought us quite close to a fringe of forest that grew along the banks of a tributary of the River of Death; so that I

had to bank quite sharply to avoid piling up among the trees. When I glanced at Duare she was quite white, but she

was keeping a stiff upper lip. By the time I landed beside my kill, the plain was deserted.

Leaving Duare in the cockpit, I got out to bleed and butcher the animal. It was my intention to cut off as much meat

as I thought would remain fresh until we could use it and then take off and fly to a more suitable temporary

campsite.

I was working close beside the plane, and neither Duare nor I faced the forest which lay but a short distance behind

us. Of course, we were careless in not maintaining a better watch; but I suppose we were both intent on my

butchering operations, which, I must admit, were doubtless strange and wonderful to behold.

The first intimation I had of impending danger was a frightened cry of "Carsonl" from Duare. As I wheeled toward

her, I saw fully a dozen warriors coming for me. Three of them were right on top of me with raised swords. I saw no

chance of defending myself; and went down beneath those swords like a felled ox, but not before the brief glimpse I

had of my attackers revealed the astonishing fact that they were all women.

I must have lain there unconscious for more than an hour, and when I regained consciousness I found myself alone--

the warriors and Duare were gone.

Chapter 2 - Warrior Women

I CAME at that moment to being as nearly spiritually crushed as I ever had been before in my life. To have Duare

and happiness snatched from me after a few brief hours, at the very threshold of comparative security, completely

unnerved me for the moment. It was the more serious aspect of the situation that gave me control of myself once

more--the fate of Duare.

I was pretty badly mussed up. My head and the upper part of my body were caked with dried blood from several

nasty sword cuts. Why I had not been killed I shall never understand, and I am certain that my attackers had left me

for dead. My wounds were quite severe, but none of them was lethal. My skull was intact; but my head ached

frightfully, and I was weak from shock and loss of blood.

An examination of the ship showed that it had not been damaged or tampered with; and as I glanced around the plain

I saw that which convinced me that its presence there had doubtless saved my life, for there were several savage-

appearing beasts pacing to and fro some hundred yards away eyeing me hungrily. It must have been the, to them,

strange monster standing guard over me that kept them at bay.

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The brief glimpse I had had of the warrior women suggested that they were not mere savages but had attained at

least some degree of civilization--their apparel and arms bespoke that. From this I assumed that they must live in a

village; and as they were on foot, it was reasonable to suppose that their village was at no great distance. I was sure

that they must have come out of the forest behind the ship and therefore that it was in this direction I must search for

Duare first.

We had seen no village before landing, as it seemed almost certain that we should have had one of any size existed

within a few miles of our position, for both of us had been constantly on the lookout for signs of the presence of

human beings. To prosecute my search on foot, espeially in view of the presence of the savage carnivores hungrily

anticipating me, would have been the height of foolishness; and if the village of the warrior women were in the open

I could find it more quickly and more easily from the plane.

I was rather weak and dizzy as I took my place at the controls, and only such an emergency as now confronted me

could have forced me into the air in the condition in which I was. However, I made a satisfactory take-off; and once

in the air my mind was so occupied by my search that I almost forgot my hurts. I flew low over the forest and as

silently as a bird on the wing. If there were a village and if it were built in the forest, it might be difficult or even

impossible to locate it from the air, but because of the noiselessness of my ship it might be possible to locate a

village by sound could I fly low enough.

The forest was not of great extent; and I soon spanned it, but I saw no village nor any sign of one. Beyond the forest

was a range of hills, and through a pass in them I saw a well worn trail. This I followed; but I saw no village, though

the landscape lay spread before me for miles around. The hills were cut with little canyons and valleys. It was rough

country where one would least expect to find a village; and so I gave up the search in this direction and turned the

nose of my ship back toward the plain where Duare had been captured, intending to start my search from there in

another direction.

I was still flying very low, covering once more the ground I had just been over, when my attention was attracted by

the figure of a human being walking rapidly across a level mesa. Dropping still lower, I saw that it was a man. He

was walking very rapidly and constantly casting glances behind. He had not discovered the ship. Evidently he was

too much concerned with whatever was behind him, and presently I saw what it was--one of those ferocious lion-

like creatures of Amtor, a tharban. The beast was stalking him; but I knew that it would soon charge, and so I

dropped quickly in a steep dive. Nor was I a moment too soon.

As the beast charged, the man turned to face it with his pitifully inadequate spear, for he must have known that flight

was futile. I had drawn my Amtorian pistol, charged with its deadly r-ray; and as I flattened out just above the

tharban, narrowly missing a crack-up, I let him have it. I think it was more luck than skill that permitted me to hit

him at all; and as he rolled over and over on the ground, I banked, circled the man and made a landing behind him.

He was the first human being I had seen since the capture of Duare, and I wanted to question him. He was alone,

armed only with primitive weapons; and, so, absolutely in my power.

I don't know why he didn't run away; for that airship must have been an appalling thing to him; but he stood his

ground even as I taxied up and stopped near him. It may have been that he was just paralyzed by fright. He was a

small, rather insignificant looking fellow wearing a loincloth so voluminous as to appear almost a short skirt. About

his throat were several necklaces of colored stones and beads, while armlets, bracelets, and anklets similarly

fabricated adorned his limbs. His long black hair was coiled in two knots, one upon either temple; and these were

ornamented with tiny, colored feathers stuck into them like arrows in a target. He carried a sword, a spear, and a

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hunting knife.

As I descended from the ship and approached him, he backed away; and his spear arm started back menacingly.

"Who are you?" he asked. "I don't want to kill you, but if you come any closer I'll have to. What do you want?"

"I don't want to harm you," I assured him; "I just want to talk to you." We spoke in the universal language of Amtor.

"What do you want to talk to me about?--but first tell me why you killed the tharban that was about to kill and eat

me?"

"So that it wouldn't kill and eat you."

He shook his head. "That is strange. You do not know me; we are not friends; so why should you wish to save my

life?"

"Because we are both men," I told him.

"That is a good idea," he admitted. "If all men felt that way we would be treated better than we are. But even then,

many of us would be afraid. What is that thing you were riding in? I can see now that it is not alive. Why does it not

fall to the ground and kill you?"

I had neither the time nor inclination to explain the science of aerodromics to him; so I told him it stayed up because

I made it stay up.

"You must be a very wonderful man," he said admiringly. "What is your name?"

"Carson--and yours?"

"Lula," he replied, and then, "Carson is a strange name for a man. It sounds more like a woman's name."

"More so than Lula?" I asked, restraining a smile.

"Oh, my, yes; Lula is a very masculine name. I think it is a very sweet name, too; don't you?"

"Very," I assured him. "Where do you live, Lula?"

He pointed in the direction from which I had just come after abandoning hope of finding a village there. "I live in

the village of Houtomai that is in The Narrow Canyon."

"How far is it?"

"About two klookob," he estimated.

"Two klookob! That would be five miles of our system of linear measurement, and I had flown back and forth over

that area repeatedly and hadn't seen any sign of a village.

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"A little while ago I saw a band of warrior women with swords and spears," I said. "Do you know where they live?"

"They might live in Houtomai," he said, "or in one of several other villages. Oh, we Samary have many villages; we

are very powerful. Was one of the women large and powerful and with a deep scar on the left side of her face?"

"I really didn't have much opportunity to observe them closely," I told him.

"Well, perhaps not. If you'd gotten too close to them you'd be dead now, but I thought maybe Bund might have been

with them; then I would have known that they were from Houtomai. Bund, you see, is my mate. She is very strong,

and really should be chief." He said jong, which means king; but chief seems a better title for the leader of a savage

tribe, and from my brief intercourse with the ladies of the Samary I could vouch for their savagery.

"Will you take me to Houtomai?" I asked.

"Oh, mercy, no," he cried. "They'd kill you, and after your having saved my life I couldn't think of exposing you to

danger."

"Why would they want to kill me?" I demanded. "I never did anything to them and don't intend to."

"That doesn't mean anything to the women of the Samary," he assured me. "They don't like men very well, and they

kill every strange man they find in our country. They'd kill us, too, if they weren't afraid the tribe would become

extinct. They do kill some of us occasionally, if they get mad enough. Bund tried to kill me yesterday, but I could

run too fast for her. I got away, and I've been hiding out since. I think perhaps she's gotten over her anger by now; so

I'm going to sneak back and see."

"Suppose they captured a strange woman," I asked, "What would they do with her?"

"They'd make a slave of her and make her work for them."

"Would they treat her well?"

"They don't treat anyone well--except themselves; they live on the fat of the land," he said, resentfully.

"But they wouldn't kill her?" I asked. "You don't think they'd do that, do you?"

He shrugged. "They might. Their tempers are very short; and if a slave makes a mistake, she'd certainly be beaten.

Often they beat them to death."

"Are you very fond of Bund?" I asked him.

"Fond of Bund! Who ever heard of a man being fond of a woman? I hate her. I hate them all. But what can I do

about it? I must live. If I went to another country, I'd be killed. If I stay here and try to please Bund, I am fed and

protected and have a place to sleep. And then, too, we men do have a little fun once in a while. We can sit around

and talk while we're making sandals and loincloths, and sometimes we play games--that is, when the women are out

hunting or raiding. Oh, it's better than being dead, anyhow."

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"I'm in trouble, Lula; and I'm wondering if you won't help me. You know we men should stick together."

"What do you want me to do?" he demanded.

"I want you to lead me to the village of Houtomai.

He looked at me suspiciously, and hesitated.

"Don't forget that I saved your life," I reminded him.

"That's right," he said. "I do owe you something--a debt of gratitude, at least. But why do you want to go to

Houtomai?"

"I want to see if my mate is there. She was stolen by some warrior women this morning."

"Well, why do you want to get her back? I wish some one would steal Bund."

"You wouldn't understand, Lula," I told him; "but I certainly do want to get her back. Will you help me?"

"I could take you as far as the mouth of The Narrow Canyon," he said; "but I couldn't take you into the village.

They'd kill us both. They'll kill you when you get there, anyway. If you had black hair you might escape notice, but

that funny yellow hair of yours would give you away the very first thing. Now, if you had black hair, you could

sneak in after dark and come into one of the men's caves. That way you might escape notice for a long time. Even if

some of the women saw you, they wouldn't know the difference. They don't pay much attention to any but their own

men."

"But wouldn't the men give me away?"

"No; they'd think it was a great joke--fooling the women. If you were found out, we'd just say you fooled us, too.

My, I wish you had black hair."

I, too, wished then that I had black hair, if that would help me get into the village of Houtomai. Presently, a plan

occurred to me.

"Lula," I asked, "did you ever see an anotar before?" nodding toward the ship.

He shook his head. "Never."

"Want to have a look at it?"

He said he'd like to; so I climbed into the cockpit, inviting him to follow me. When he had seated himself beside me,

I buckled the safety belt across him to demonstrate it as I was explaining its purpose.

"Would you like to take a ride?" I asked.

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